The Room
Where is the place I shall live?
Is it like a colander or sieve?
Is it dim or dull or have a light?
Is it enclosed? Is it airtight?
After I find myself within,
can I ever come out again?
There is a ceiling and a floor,
two windows and a door.
Those are the only ways out.
Inside you can pace about.
To enter or to exit, friend,
the door is what I recommend.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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